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This is all fluff and angst, I don’t write smut nor do I write for real people, fictional characters only. I don’t own any of these characters. Please read the warnings before every fic and part to each series! Hope you enjoy🩷

DC

Jason Todd

“Dating Jason Todd” Series (sequel to “The Other Titan”)

Dating Jason Todd (Part One: Back to The Tower)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Two: Fear and Love)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Three: The Past)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Four: Arkham)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Five: Dead?)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Six: Remember Me, Remember Me)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seven: Horror)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eight: Your Jason)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Nine: The Funeral of Jason Todd)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Ten: Dream A Little Dream Of Me)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eleven: I miss you; you)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Twelve: Prince of Gotham)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Thirteen: With him…)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Fourteen: Red Hood)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Fifteen: It’s Me)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Sixteen: Let Down)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eighteen: want to want you)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Nineteen: gone again)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Twenty: Back to Gotham)

“The Other Titan” Series

(Prequel to “Dating Jason Todd”)

The Other Titan-angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE: new beginnings

Dick Grayson

505-angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE

Kate Kane

A Night To Remember- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort -> PART ONE: Leather Heartbeats

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Nights Like These- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE

Nights Like These- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART TWO

Nights Like These- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART THREE

Venice Bitch- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE

Divergent

Peter Hayes

On Each Other’s Team- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, slowburn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers-> PART ONE

On Each Other’s Team- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers-> PART TWO

Heavydirtysoul- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> ONESHOT

Vampire Academy

Christian Ozera

Under Your Spell- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers-> PART ONE

Under Your Spell- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers-> PART TWO

Under Your Spell- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers-> PART THREE

Percy Jackson Universe

Luke Castellan

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE: I’m Luke Castellan

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART TWO: I Want You to Stay

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART THREE: Haunted

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART FOUR: Trust Me?

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART FIVE: Alrighty Aphrodite

Soul Tie-angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART SIX: If Looks Could Kill

Soul Tie- angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART SEVEN: Kiss of Life

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby-angst, hurt/comfort, fluff-> PART ONE

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby -angst, hurt/comfort, fluff-> PART TWO

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- angst, hurt/comfort, fluff-> PART THREE: you’re still the one I run to

Tyler Galpin

Baby You’re a Haunted House- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kinda friends/enemies to lovers,-> PART ONE: life was a willow and it bent right to your window

Twin Peaks

Dale Cooper

Let The Light In- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers-> PART ONE

Star Trek

Spock

Star Souls- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE: Feel Good

Vampire Diaries

Kai Parker

Girl Next Door-angst, fluff, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE: Alone Together

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

Frozen Pines- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort-> PART ONE: Princess or Protector

Frozen Pines-> PART TWO: Loyalty

Frozen Pines-> PART THREE: A Brush of Souls

Frozen Pines-> PART FOUR: My Princess

Frozen Pines-> PART FIVE: Hole in My Chest

Jon Snow x Lannister Reader

I 🩵 writing whatever tf I want

Warnings: mentions of murder and rape, misogyny, basic game of thrones things

Part Six: My Sword

“You look well Jon Snow,” you say.

“I wish I could say the same about you Princess. You must come eat and get warm,” he says.

Sarcastically you reply, “I remember telling you not to tell me what to do.”

He smiles softly and says, “I remember you saying a lot more than that.” You follow him through the hall. “They treated you well at Winterfell?”

“Yes,” you reply. “Your little brother was very kind to me.” You pause then say, “I asked him to come here with me, but he insisted he stay, as Lord of Winterfell.”

“Father raised him to have honor,” Jon says. “Theon wouldn’t dare hurt him.”

“Are you positive?” You ask. “They’re only children.”

“Theon’s an idiot, but he’s not a monster,” Jon replies.

“Most men are monsters, simply waiting to act as so,” you reply.

You and Jon eat. “New sword?” He says.

“A gift from your brother,” you reply. “Now I just have to find someone to teach me how to use it.”

“I could teach you,” he says casually. You laugh. “I’m serious.”

“Do not mock me,” you say half playfully.

“I do not mock you, I will teach you if you want me to.”

“You can teach me,” you stand, “if I don’t die of exhaustion,” you joke.

Jon leads you to the same room you slept in last time you were at Castle Black. This time though, he comes inside.

“You have everything you need princess?” He asks. You noticed how he didn’t call you by your first name even after being given permission. You did say only if he wished. Maybe a princess will be all he ever sees when looking at you.

“Yes, thank you.” He’s about to leave when you say, “Jon?”

“Yes.”

“Please do say no if you wish, but would you like to stay with me?” You ask him gently.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he says breathless. That’s when he moves to sleep on the floor. You smirk at the sweet man.

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” you say. He looks at you as if you have ten heads. “I wouldn’t want you to sleep restlessly. We have quite the journey ahead of us.” He still is quiet so you sarcastically add, “I wouldn’t want to discredit my honor by simply sleeping beside you…fully clothed,” you laugh a bit.

He hesitates then says, “its not about honor.” This does cause you to laugh.

“Then what?”

He hesitates and says, “respect I suppose.”

“Honestly, what do you take me as Jon Snow?” You rhetorically ask.

“I didn’t mean to offend you Princess,” he quickly says.

“You don’t offend me Jon Snow, you shock me.” Disappointment creeps onto your face.

“Shock you?” He questions.

“I just thought after all we’d been through, you’d see me as more than some damsel in distress,” he opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “just because you have saved me doesn’t mean I am not just as capable as you or any other man!” You speak these words to him, knowing it’s not truly him you’re angry with. “I ran away from King’s Landing because I didn’t want to marry a man who would rape and beat me, I didn’t want Sansa to face the same fate at the hands of my little brother,” tears form in your eyes. “And then I killed a man! I stabbed him to death,” you reach for Jon’s hands, speaking carefully, “and I did it to save Sansa. I don’t regret it.”

“Nor should you,” he says quickly.

“Tomorrow,” you wipe your eyes, “you will teach me how to use that sword.”

“Your sword,” he corrects. You hug him, and to your surprise, he tightly wraps his arms around you, “I will teach you how to wield your sword.”

That night, you slept beside Jon Snow. Not daring to close the space between your bodies, just lying, side by side. For the first time, your bare hand brushed his, absent were his leather black gloves. A spark flew through your arm, kissing your heart. Little did you know, he felt the same. Dancing on the tension ridden line of indulgence. But under the tension was something simpler, it is the taste of peace.

You and Jon got word Robb was about eight weeks South of Castle Black. You two rode as long as you could the first day and by nightfall you were back in the cold you’d become far too accustomed to.

“May I see your sword?” Jon asks. You draw it from your sheath, softly placing it in his hands. He holds it strangely, seeing the weight and balance of the blade. “Brian chose well. It’s not perfect for you, but you’ll be able to wield it just as well as a blade weighed specifically for you.” He stands and you follow as he hands the sword back to you. With those leather black gloves he moves his hands over yours, also wrapped in protection of the biting frosty air, to show you the proper way to hold the sword. “Grip here,” he says gently. “But not with tension. If you relax your muscles, the blade is easier to wield.” Your focus is on his hands on yours, holding the blade then you look at him; only he’s already looking at you. His deep brown eyes are full of silent questions, begging for answers amongst his feelings and yours. He lets go, drawing his own sword.

“How old were you when you began training?” You asked him.

“Younger than 10,” he replies. “Hit my sword on the left side,” he says. And you do. “The key is precision, the goal isn’t just to hit, it’s to hit a certain spot.” You nod. “Hit halfway down my sword on the right,” you do. “A quarter now.”

You swing your sword and ask, “and how old were you when you decided to join the Night’s Watch?”

“I always knew I didn’t have a true place at Winterfell. Lady Stark was as kind as one can be to her husband’s bastard I suppose. I wasn’t forced to go, but I didn’t have many other options,” he replies. You stare back at him, with sad eyes, not knowing what words you could possibly say that could bring him even a shred of comfort. “Quarter on the left,” Jon says.

For the next hour Jon taught you precision and how to deflect from the basics. That night as you two lie in the wood looking up at the starry sky you tell him, “You are a good man Jon Snow, you don’t belong at the wall,” you say.

“Maybe…but I made an oath,” he says.

“And is there room for anything more in this oath? For happiness? For yourself?” You ask him. He could feel your warm breath on his face. It was like you were the sun, slowly melting down the ice he built up around his heart.

“What happiness would that be?” He replies dreamily.

“That is for you to discover,” you whisper, moving closer. He mirrors you, moving closer until there is no more space between your lips. The kiss carries on for a long moment until breath is needed. He stares into your eyes, once again searching for answers that you’re not sure you have. “Goodnight Jon Snow,” you say as you roll over so he’s spooning you, partly to keep warm, partly to satisfy the growing need to be close with him.

He wraps his arm around you, “Goodnight Y/N.”

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